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gukkmoans · 3 months

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I WANT THIS BYE 😭😭😭

Like Crazy | JJK (M)

Just your boyfriend

fingering you so good

-and u give the sloppiest head ever-

Boxer!Jungkook x Ballerina!Reader

WARNINGS: I mean..., fingering (duh), Virgin!Oc excessive wetness, rough finger fucking, pussy spanking, jungkooks big fingers, jungkook just talking in the most sexy voice, multiple orgasms, sloppy blowjob, cum play, balls😬, slight angst, oc gets insecure, spit play, very unrealistic, jungkook won't fuck her w his dick because hes convinced she'll break, and as always they wont talk abb their feelings and concerns😮‍💨 maybe next time

A/N: bet you didn't expect this as a Christmas present for yall🧚‍♀️

"Goddamn"

His fingers softly retrieve from where they were nestled between your damp folds, playing with the wetness coating his fingers, as if he were investigating a rare and valuable phenomenon.

It's as if he's preserving every detail in his mind, afraid he'll never be able to repeat this experience again.

You're naked in front of him, pink panties gathering at your ankles, his boxer short covered crotch pressing against the softness of your bare ass, hard.

Softly, he rests both damp fingers on your lips, eliciting a tiny gasp of surprise and excitement from between your slightly opened mouth. "Lick it," he grumbles, his voice husk with concentration, his stare fixed on you, watching your reaction

He waits, anticipation racing through his veins.

Would you do what he asked and hand yourself over to him? Or would you shake your head in rejection?

If you did, if you tell him no, he would instantly back off. A small nod of his head agreeing with the voice in his head.

But then, when you teasingly stick your tongue out, tasting your own wetness from his rough fingers, he lets out a sigh. A growl. Jungkook wasn't one to make much noise in bed–he preferred listening to your sounds over expressing his own. It was largely you who filled the room with groans and whines, your lips maoning his name as he made you cum with his fingers.

Because you weren't ready yet. For his dick, for his entirety. At least, that's what Jungkook would tell himself, convincing himself of your fragility. You were too delicate, too soft, like a flower in a field of rocks. Touching you, even like this, felt like a sin–a sweet, irresistible sin.

His thoughts are interrupted by your tongue, retrieving from his fingers and turning slightly to look behind you, at him. Those big eyes of your staring into his.

"I wanna cum" you whisper, no, whine.

"Again?" Jungkook's question is barely audible, the intimacy of the situation requirinv a softer tone. Hed had already pushed you over the edge in the shower earlier, when you were washing your legs and your ass accidentally brushed up against his flacid dick.

Of course, he was fingering you right now, so hed eventually make you cum. But seeing you beg like this made him dumb.

You nod in response to his question, confirming that you wanted more. Needed more.

Your hand grasps his and directs it back down to where you needed him the most. He doesn't fight it, at first, buf then his fingers move to his mouth. Collecting saliva, he focuses his stare on you, the intensity of his gaze making you shudder.

This man really had the audacity to look you in the eyes when he knew you got shy easily.

Damn him

Then he spits on his fingers, which is almost enough to drive you insane. He doesnt hesitate to slap your pussy with his now damp fingers, the abrupt contact prompting you to gasp.

But he doesn't stop, his fingers diving again into your folds, curving this time in a way that sends waves of pleasure running through you. Your legs wobble and your strength leaves your body, you squeal

Fortunately, your boyfriend is there to catch you, his strong arms supporting you. His body like a brick wall behind you, his dick still pressing against your ass as he continues to finger fuck you from behind.

Sounds of whining and from your wetness virbrate through his living room, coming to a halt when he guides you against the couch, forcing you to lean over and expose your pussy to him. Your cheeks heat up.

But as quickly as his fingers left your cunt, they were back within you, three times as fast, as you whine.

A groan escapes Jungkook's lips at the sight in front of him, your pussy stretched out, his thoughts begging him to add another finger, and he's about to when he stops himself. It's too much. It would be too much.

For you and for him, since he was convinced that if he saw your pussy wrapped around three of his ringclad fjngers, he'd nut in his fucking boxers.

Your eyes are barely open, but you still search his living room, trying to divert your attention away from the amount of pleasure Jungkook was giving you.

Your nails sink into his expensive leather couch, making you cringe as you swear you broke through the fabric. Fuck.

"Kook oh god-" you groan, rolling your eyes, as he stops finger fucking you and curls them within you.

Part of you dislikes that he's so experienced and skilled at this, and it makes you wonder how many girls he's probably done this with

You shake your head, attempting to come up with something else. Thoughts like this were counterproductive right now.

"Sugar," he lightly slaps your ass. "you with me?" He asks to make sure yiure alright.

When you nod, he grabs your shoulder and pushes you against him, staring at you. "You sure?"

Nodding again you lean to kiss him, smiling against his lips when he does so as well

"Gonna make you cum now" he whispers against your lips, because it only feels right to let you know what's coming next.

His start penetrating you at a rapid pace, each movement more urgent than the last. You knew youd be sore the next day.

The world around you seems to blur as you focus solely on the sensations, your eyes now fully closed as you let him do. Then, without warning, his rhythm quickens even more. His clothed hips pressing deeper into your ass, pushing you into the sofa even more. His free hand now trapped, caged between the soft fabric of the couch and your pussy. But, this doesn't stop him from making you cum.

One moment his fingers are curling in a 'come here' motion, the next, he's plunging them back into you with a speed that leaves your head spinning and your breath hitching in your throat.

"Gonna-"

Jungkook's fingers continue fucking you, and you can't even muster the strength to finish your sentence.

You tightly clench around his fingers, making it nearly impossible for him to push and pull. A whine, needy and desperate, escapes your throat, a single tear falling down your cheek and landing on the leather couch beneath you.

For a while, all you see is white. Your body finally allowing you to take a deep breath, the first in what feels like an eternity. As you recover from the orgasm, one final cry escapes your lips.

Jungkook's hand, still sticky, moves up to your stomach almost instantaneously. He crushes you into his chest, his lips lovingly kissing your cheek. His sweet kiss is, however, hardly recognised when you feel something else poking your ass, fitting comfortably between each cheek as if it belonged there all long.

You exhale a sigh and put your head against his chest, the room falling silent.

He carefully repositions you on his lap, spreading his legs as he settles down on the sofa, hand running up and down your tigh.

Your attention shifts between his Harley magazines on his coffee table and the view from his 10th floor window.

Did he always have such a nice view?

"Whatcha thinking of?" Jungkook asks softly, breaking the silence. His hand reaching up and brushing a stray hair away from your face.

"Nothing in particular," you say honestly, your eyes meeting his once more and you find yourself leaning in to kiss the side of his lips. The ones that are pierced by two metal rings.

Jungkook responds quickly to your kiss, his tongue gently caressing your lips. Without warning, he takes your chin and pulls you into a deeper kiss.

When you whimper in response to his gesture, a low, rumbling growl escapes from his chest.

You tense up, but as fast as you do so, you find yourself leaning into his embrace, sighing. "Wanna go clean up?" He asks quietly. His hand softly cradling your cheek.

You smile at his duality, he's serious one moment and the most loving and caring boyfriend you could ever wish for the next.

You nod in response, getting off his lap. You spot a wet stain on his grey boxers right away. "Sorry," you wince, a little ashamed.

He simply stares at you, then at the stain, liking his lips "So fucking hot," he moans before getting up with you and helping you to the bathroom.

As you clean up, the image of his boner floods your thoughts again, but before you can say anything hes got your carried back tobthe sofa where he pulls you back into his lap, one hand grabbing the remote as he scrolls through netflix

"Wanna order takeout?" His voice rings in your ears, but all you can focus on is the way youre still horny, and Jungkook was still sporting a semi beneath you

"I wanna suck your dick, Kook," you mutter, your fingers fiddling with his boxers waistline.

"I was thinking pizza-" jungkook says at the same time as you, stopping when he repeats your words in his head

Now, Jungkook would not have passed up this opportunity if he had been high. But he's sober, so he shakes his head gently. "Rest up, sugar," he says quietly, stroking your bare leg.

"But I want to," you whine, an irritated tone in your voice. "Just a little bit"

Jungkook leans back, his thoughts racing with vivid pictures as he closes his eyes, thinking. The imagines of your soft lips delicately wrapped over his manhood, a hiss leaving his lips. Memories of the last time you'd sucked him flood back to his mind. When you were both alone at your house. It was 2 am and Jungkook had gotten hard just by your ass brushing against him. "Fuck," he sighs "fine"

Your excited smile brightens the room as you settle onto the floor in front of him, anticipation written all over your fac

Jungkook quickly removes his boxers, pooling around his calves. Your attention falls on his dick, noticing hes not as hard as before. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, literally, by placing your hand around him and pumping him.

The thick veins, red tip and pearllike precum leaking out his slit making your mouth water. The trimed pubes, not too long but not short either. Jungkooks dick was a more than pleasant sight.

You weren't obsessed with sex. In fact, there were countless other things that cane to mind that were just as fun. But you werent stupid, Jungkook was hot. Your boyfriend was hot.

So sex with him, or rather oral, was peak entertainment late at night when you didnt wanna go out and do something

Sometimes you wondered why Jungkook never asked you to fuck, whenever you made out and it leaned jnto more, it always concluded with you getting fingered, oral, or you giving him mind-blowing head.

Like now

You didn't mind. The orgasms were amazing, but you still pondered why he never even attempted to initiate sex. Actual sex.

You were curious how hed feel inside. If it would hurt, as some of your ballet class mates mentioned, or if it would feel good and comfortable because you're already used to his fingers inside you.

How much of a difference would having him inside you make? How would it feel with a condom on? What would he feel like without it? Would it be an entirely new sensation? All of these thoughts raced through your head

Jungkook can't help but let out a low, throaty growl when your thumb delicately rubs over the slit, your mouth opening as you stick your tongue out and place the head of his cock on it, pumping his dick a bit faster as his precum falls on your tongue

"My pretty pretty girl" his fingers delicately gather your hair and tie it into a makeshift ponytail and presses you down his dick a bit, not enough for you to deepthroat him, but enough to cause a few tears to gather in your eyes

The show he put on in the background is long forgotten, his voice much more interesting anyway

"Fuck look at you" he smirks "so desperate to suck dick" he sets a steady pase as he helps you bob your head up and down his shaft. One tear managing to fall down your cheek, but you feel more than perfect right now.

You just hum around him, cheeks hollowing as you try to take him deepr until he touches the back of your throat "fuck yeah" he groans "thats my girl"

His compliments send you to the moon and back as you moan around his shaft, jerking off the rest that just wouldnt fit inside your tiny mouth.

After a few more pumps you release your hold on him to catch your breath, face red and tears streaming down your face as you look up at him.

Jungkooks smirking, hand reaching down to his wet dick and giving it a few sloppy jerks while you try and catch your breath. Millions of girls would kill for this view right now. You knew it. But jungkook was all yours.

The thought makes you smirk as you lean in and press a kiss to his tigh, like he did with you when he ate you out until there was no tomorrow, usually on lazy mornings.

Soon enough your lips travel down, your hand cupping his balls as you give them a squeeze before taking one in your mouth. The sight makes Jungkook throw his head back as his strokes on his cock get faster, harder. So you suck harder, switching up to the other until theyre both as wet as can be.

Jungkook's hand grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you off, bringing your face closer to where he wants you the most.

As your gazes briefly meet, your lips slightly pout. As much as this was great and all, your thoughts wander back to your earlier ones.

He didnt have an issue pleasuring you and the other way around, so why wouldnt he...

"Why won't you have sex with me?" The words come out, full with wonder and need. Curiosity and...disappointment?

Jungkook's face shifts abruptly, drawing your attention. His earlier frown of ecstasy now one of confusion. "What?" he asks, not sure whether he heard you correctly.

He stares at you, then your saliva and cum covered lips and back at your eyes

"I just... I want to know what its like...with you," you say as you sit up straighter. "Not that you have to, of course," you immediately add, not wanting to put him under any strain. "I'm just curious" You finish with a little shrug.

Jungkooks gaze falls down to his neglected dick, not paying it much attention anymore though, as he stares back at you. "Fuck i dont know sugar, i dont want to hurt you" he finally states, running a hand through his now sweaty hair "i always thought you didn't want to" he adds disappointed in himself. Did he make you feel like you werent goid enough? But then again, Jungkook wasnt exactly gentle with the girls hed been with before you. What if he hurt you?

You just stare at him for a couple more seconds before wiping your lips clean, immediately regretting having said anything in the middle of sucking him off. Good one y/n. You internally roll your eyes at your stubbornness.

Jungkook's gaze locks on yours, observing your internal conflict as you begin to regret your question. However, before you can even apologise, as you usually do, he grabs your arm and pulls you upright, yoru face inches from his

"Alright then," he smirks, kissing your cheek. "You wanna fuck? Then well fuck." He sighs "But let's take it slow." He kisses it once more, longer.

You look at him, puzzled, feeling the fabric of your panties against his still wet and hard member. Jungkook leans his back, dragging you down with him as he rips your panties down and murmurs, "sit on it." As he moves his hand to his hard shaft, which is lying against his abdomen. "Don't put it in," he goes on to say, "just sit on the base."

You just stare at him like a deer at headlights, your knees on each side of his hip, pussy few inches from his dick, his bare dick.

Letting out a shaky sigh you look back down at him, his hands reaching for your hips to steady you, telling you its okay without actually having to say much. "We dont have to-" you whisper, looking between him and his manhood, your confidence from earlier leaving you.

Betraying you.

Damnit. Fuck it.

With a shaky breath you sit down, both of you moaning when you feel his dick parting your pussy, your clit touching his tip and stimulating it as you adjust yourself.

"Fuck" jungkook mumbles when he wtaches your pussy spread on his dick like butter, so soft and untouched, so...his.

He can feel your pussy clench on top of him, your hole begging to be filled, nd its so close...but so far away.

"Want it" you whimper, moving up and down his shaft lightly, your clit coming into contact with his tip each time you buckle your hips up, then down to his balls again. And again.

"Fuck" jungkook groans out, almost aggressively as he pins your hips down further, more friction, more pleasure, more you.

Hed already been close when you were sucking him off, so this was basically just the cherry on top. Your perfect pussy on him, bare, sighing in pleasure as he helped you ride it.

The things hed do to be inside you.

But not yet.

Not fucking yet.

"Kook," your whimper is high pitched as you squeeze your legs tightly, or try to as they are stopped by his hips, the ones positioned in between you as you still straddle his manhood. This is insane, feels unreal.

Even though he isnt even inside you, you never dreamed it could feel this good. Ever.

"Please," you whimper, your hands on his chest as you explore it, hes so strong, so big.

"Fuck babe," Jungkook's hands smack your ass on both sides at the same time as he supports you in your movements, becoming faster by the second, more desperate.

A small patch of precum pools on his belly, showing how much hes enjoying this. Your clit so sensitive as it brushes against his tip again and again.

And you? Your wettness is all over him, dripping down his tighs onto the leather couch. Fuck it.

"Im close" you whisper, soundjng as deperate as ever as you halt your movements, only circling your hips around him so close. So eager.

"Kook please"

He doenst waste time in rubbing your clit, far from gentle, but fast and determined to make you cum. "Come on sugar, give it to me, show me" he growls hand never stopping in its tracks as he stares at you, your eyes closed, mouth open as you finally cum.

Theres a small squeak from you, tensing up and relaxing, then tensing up again. And Jungkooks sure hes never cum this hard before as he cant hold back any further and cums on his stomach, completely ignoring it though as he stares at you. The different stages you go through, pleasure, overstimulation, contentment.

"Fuck" he curses when you finally come down, falling against him, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his cum on your top. Thats an issue for future y/n.

"You okay?" He rubs your back, strong arm wrapped around you, ready to protect you from everything that wants to harm you.

"So good"

For everyone who's new here, hi hello! This is part of my S'NS series🩵

#jungkook smut #bts smut #bts

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gukkmoans · 3 months

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First of all, I need his friends. Like hands down they are the best crowd anyone can ask for. Second, I need his grandmother. Like for real. I want it so bad. Third, I'd do it for free. There I'd said it, I would pretend to be his girlfriend for FREE. NO COST.

Anywaysssss... OMG THIS THIS THIS. I REGRET NOT READING THIS EARLIER. This is so cuteee. The relationship he has with his family, especially his mom.

The conversation between his friends is hilarious. "Operation Con Jungkook’s Grandma" is so funny.

And the kiss scene. OMG I CANNOT. IT WAS SO CUTE. Especially when Seokjin went “They haven’t kissed! Fix it!” lol. I absolutely loved that the group had divided tasks accordingly. Team work makes the Dream work. ✨

It's so cute how they were falling in love slowly.

Home for the Holidays (M)

❄ pairing: jungkook x f. reader

❄ genre: strangers to lovers, fake dating au, college au, light smut [18+]

❄ summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.

You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

❄ wc: 15k

❄ warnings: pet names (babe, baby, darling, honey, sweetie, sweetheart), food mention throughout, mention of conning JK's grandmother, allusions to abortion, mention of slot machines, making out, dry humping, sexual thoughts, mention of anxiety

❄ a/n: Don’t miss part 2 of Home for the Holidays! Put your age in your bio so you don’t get blocked please 💜 this is an 18+ blog

❄ date: December 31, 2023

“Your grandmother just gave your brother a brand new house for getting engaged,” Jungkook’s mom states during their weekly phone call.

“What?” Jungkook is astounded at the news, not about his brother, Seojun, being engaged, but getting a home for it.

“Your grandmother is in a giving mood this year, son. Something about not being able to take money with her when she passes,” Jungkook’s mom shrugs on the other end of the line. “I’m sure she’d get you something if you brought someone home for the holidays. Maybe a check for a few grand or an apartment. You never know with her.”

“An apartment? Or money? And all I’d have to do is bring someone home?” Jungkook asks, looking for confirmation.

“Well, not any rando off the street, Jungkook. A girlfriend, boyfriend, partner? Just someone, Jungkook. Someone you’re semi-serious about. Don’t go bringing a Tinder match to our home.”

“Moooom,” Jungkook wipes his face with his hand, embarrassed.

“I’m just saying, I know how much you kids like to hook up. Not in my home though,” Jungkook wonders if he can die from listening to this conversation.

“Anyway, your father is trying to wrap Christmas gifts and cut his hand with the tape dispenser for the third time, so I gotta go. Bring someone home! Use condoms, love you!” Jungkook grimaces, hanging up. He knows his mother meant well, but sometimes she was a bit too much to handle so early in the day.

“A girlfriend?” Jungkook bites his lip, pacing back and forth. He wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment, school taking up most of his time but with only a few short weeks until Christmas, he was hoping his grandmother would come through with some money or something. All he had to do was take someone home for Christmas. How hard could that be?

“Jungkook!” His grandmother wraps him in a tight hug when he stands on his parents’ porch on Thanksgiving. He hugs his grandma back tightly, kissing her cheek as he follows her inside the home.

“Kookie!” His mother greets him with a smile, hugging him before leading him to the kitchen. “Here, eat this.”

Jungkook sighed. Two seconds home, and his mother was already trying to shove food down his throat.

“Mom, I just got here,” he states, but it’s a mistake as his mom puts the appetizer in his mouth.

“Chew, I don’t need you choking,” his mother says as she grabs something else from another plate to place in Jungkook’s mouth.

“Mom,” Jungkook splutters, but his mom waves her hand, dismissing him.

“Hey,” Jungkook’s brother smirks as he relishes in Jungkook’s discomfort. He’d gotten here the day before and was subject to his mom’s need to feed him.

“Has she been like this all day?” Jungkook asks his brother, who nods. “She’s been having me taste test everything since I got here. She’ll probably do the same to Saraí.”

“She’s coming?” Jungkook quirks his head. He’d met Saraí a few times throughout the years, and although he wasn’t super close to her, he thought she was good for Seojun. She had never been one to come for the holidays though, his brother would be the one going to her family’s instead.

“Yes, grandma loves her, and she’s thankful for the house,” Jungkook watches his brother turn and leave abruptly right before their mother appears and pinches Jungkook’s cheeks to get him to open his mouth as she places something in it. “Chew,” his mother demands and Jungkook does so before she’s tugging him into the dining room and sitting him in a chair. Jungkook knew he was in for a long weekend.

“So,” Grandmother Jeon starts and Jungkook sinks further into his chair. He refuses to look away from the pumpkin pie sitting on his plate, hoping his grandma will overlook him. Unfortunately, that’s not what happens.

“Anyone special in your life?” Jungkook lets the question hang in the air for a moment as sweat beads on his forehead.

Saraí and Seojun are holding hands on the table, her diamond ring sparkling in the light. Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he slowly meets his grandmother’s gaze.

Do it for an apartment. Do it for the apartment, he thinks as he nervously clears his throat. He can feel his palms grow clammy in his lap and he drags them across his thighs on his jeans to dry them.

“Um, yeah,” he answers, lying through his teeth. His parents' low chatter ceases as they look at him with wide eyes. His grandmother and brother do the same. “I’m seeing someone.”

Jungkook loathes having all eyes on him. He looks back at his pumpkin pie, his fork dipping into the whipped cream as his family exchanges surprised looks.

It’s his mom who breaks the silence. “You’re seeing someone? How come you didn’t mention it before?”

Jungkook knows better than to lie to his mother, but Grandmother Jeon is in a generous mood. Her checkbook is already sitting on the table, and from a glance at it, she’s writing a check under his name.

“We didn’t want to tell anyone until we got serious,” Jungkook lies, his cheeks growing warm. He licks his lips, tongue toying with his lip ring.

His brother raises a brow but says nothing. His grandmother hands Jungkook a check for $500.

“When are we meeting them?” She asks as she places her hand on Jungkook’s.

“Maybe for Christmas? They wanted to be with their family for Thanksgiving. But I’ll ask,” Jungkook lies again, sinking further into his chair.

Saraí slams her wedding planning binder on the table, distracting his family. They grow excited as they discuss ideas for the wedding and Saraí locks eyes with Jungkook, winking at him.

At least she had his back, even if she saw right through his lies.

“I’m so fucked,” Jungkook groans on Monday morning in the cafeteria. His friends, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok, eye him curiously.

“How so?” Hoseok asks as he takes a bite of his breakfast burrito.

“I sort of lied to my family over Thanksgiving,” Jungkook sighs heavily. The group of friends is waiting for the class to release so Namjoon and Seokjin, both TAs, can join them. Maybe between the seven of them, they could come up with a plan.

“What did you do?” Yoongi knows this is about to head south. If it were something simple, Jungkook would have asked for help in the group chat instead of gathering them around first thing in the morning after break. Finals were rolling out soon, and they all had busy schedules, so this must be dire.

“Hey guys,” Namjoon waves as Seokjin greets them and takes a seat. Namjoon sits beside him, setting his backpack on the table. “What did we miss?”

Namjoon notes the serious atmosphere, the tension so thick it’s almost stifling.

“Jungkook fucked up Thanksgiving,” Taehyung chirps.

Jungkook sends him a glare accompanied by his middle finger. “I did not.”

“What did you do then?” Seokjin asks as he steals a pancake off Yoongi’s plate. Yoongi smacks Seokjin's hand and then shudders when Seokjin licks the pancake before offering to return it to Yoongi.

“Did you get someone pregnant?” Namjoon pipes up. “Because there are options.”

“What? No!” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he shakes his head.

“Oh, thank god!” Yoongi sighs in relief. “We have finals coming up.”

“So if you didn’t create a Little Jeon, what is it?” Jimin asks, his head resting on Hoseok’s shoulder.

“I told them I was seeing someone, seriously,” Jungkook admits, licking his lips.

“Ooh,” his friends say in unison.

“Why’d you lie?” Hoseok asks through a mouthful of burrito.

“When’s the last time you even went out on a date?” Seokjin asks as he eyes the remaining pancake on Yoongi’s plate.

“Hey! I’ve dated!” Jungkook exclaims in protest. His friends laugh in response.

“Okay,” Jungkook gives in. “So, maybe it’s been a while.”

“What are you gonna do?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook with genuine curiosity.

“I’ll have to find someone. My grandmother is loaded and gave my brother a house for being engaged. She gave me a check just for being in a relationship. Who knows what I’ll get for dating someone seriously.”

“Being in a nonexistent relationship,” Jimin reminds him and Jungkook sighs, his head hidden in the palms of his hands.

“There’s the dilemma. I said maybe they’d go for Christmas to meet my family and if I don’t have someone on my arm, I can kiss my gift goodbye.”

“Why not take one of us?” Yoongi asks.

“Because my brother knows we all hang out. He’d never believe we were dating, besides he follows all of us on social media. He’d know the truth and you know he can’t keep a secret to save his life,” Jungkook sighs heavily. “Remember when he told my parents about Jimin’s house party.”

Jimin groans. “I was grounded all summer with no phone.”

“Exactly. He’d ruin this for me,” Jungkook huffs. “I need to find someone to pretend to be my partner. Just for the holidays, we can break up when school starts.”

“So operation ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma’ is a go?” Namjoon asks as he takes notes in his spiral notebook.

“Pfft,” Jungkook splutters. “Don’t say it like that!”

“Well, isn’t that what we’re doing?” Taehyung raises a brow and Jungkook nods in defeat.

“We’ll work on the name later,” Hoseok waves his hand in dismissal. “First, we need to get Jungkook a fake date for Christmas.”

“It has to be convincing,” Seokjin states. “If this is going to work, you’ll have to convince us you’re dating. You won’t pass Grandmother Jeon’s Christmas if you can’t even get through us.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods in agreement. He could do this. He could totally do this… right?

“Operation ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma’ is a go!” Namjoon exclaims, ignoring Jungkook’s groan.

“I hate it here.”

Two days later, Jungkook still hasn’t thought of anyone who could help him out. His friends have been drowning in school work and the group chat has been silent.

Namjoon promised to meet up with him later that day for coffee, something about a genius idea for the scheme.

Jungkook feels guilty. He never wanted to con his grandmother, but he knew he probably wouldn’t get an apartment or a home without doing so. Besides, he’d have to admit to his family that he lied and he doesn’t think he could face them. It was bad enough that Saraí had caught on.

Sighing, Jungkook turns back to his work. His presentation has to be perfect by Friday and he’s dragging it out a little too long.

“No,” Jungkook huffs in frustration. His friend furrows his brows.

“No?” Namjoon asks for clarification. He looks down at the flyer on the table between them. He bites his lip. He had already plastered them around campus. He thought it was a genius idea.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook groans when he learns of the elder’s action. “Why?”

“You need someone soon,” Namjoon shrugs. “Besides, it’s not like I put your phone number on it. I used Seokjin’s.”

“That’s not-” Jungkook shakes his head, unable to finish his sentence. His face fell into his palms as he muffled a frustrated scream that earned him a few odd gazes from the patrons in the coffee shop. He doesn’t seem to notice or care.

Jungkook looks at the flyer again, rereading it:

Girlfriend (or boyfriend) for hire! Must be available to join me and my family for Christmas break. You will be paid with free lunch during the rest of the semester and cash upon completion. Must be okay with holding hands, kissing, and some mild PDA. It is a ruse for my family. Serious inquiries only. Text below.

“Couldn’t you have worded it better?” Jungkook sighs. “It comes off a little desperate.”

“You are desperate,” Namjoon deadpans.

Jungkook bites back a retort. He waves his hand in defeat. “Fine, it’s already around campus.”

“Kim Namjoon!” Seokjin’s voice cuts through the coffee shop. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack, his long legs taking him to the other exit as Seokjin chases him with a flyer in his hand and threatens to do ungodly things to him for using his phone number.

Jungkook shakes his head, his coffee in his hands.

What a mess this has turned out to be.

“Jimin!” You shout as you slam your bookbag on the table you’ve claimed as yours.

Jimin waves as he approaches, ignoring the glares of the other students now continuing their search for a table.

“I’m so stressed over this final,” Jimin says as he takes a chair beside you before setting his backpack on the empty one beside him.

“Same,” you reply. “I went over the review seven times and it still feels like I know nothing.”

“Do you want to compare answers?” Jimin asks as he scoots closer to you, his review squished next to yours.

“I can’t wait for the holidays,” you groan as you compare answers and curse when you see you got a different answer than Jimin did.

“Doing anything fun?” Jimin grabs his eraser, handing it to you. You take it with a “thanks” and erase your answer. You know well enough that Jimin is rarely wrong with numbers.

“No, I’m staying on campus. My family lives far away and plane tickets are ridiculous,” you answer, ignoring the sadness that bubbles up in your chest.

“You know you’re welcome to come home with me and Taehyung,” Jimin offers. “Jungkook and Namjoon also live in our neighborhood, so you’ll have familiar faces around.”

You smile. You had met a few of Jimin’s friends throughout the year of your friendship. They were sweet and a little chaotic, but there was a lot of love between them. You had never hung out with them one-on-one without Jimin, but maybe it was something you should consider.

“I’ll think about it. Thanks, Jimin,” you take your pencil and allow him to explain how he got his answer and you immediately find where you went wrong. You were so ready for this class to be over and done with.

After a long study session with Jimin, you head to the coffee shop. You pick a table by the window, watching the snow fall gently while Jimin grabs your usual order.

Besides you, the bulletin board has random advertisements. Some are selling books, some looking for roommates, and one catches your gaze.

You rip it off the board, eyeing the red and pink hearts. You giggle when you read through it, showing it to Jimin the moment he sets your drinks and pastries down on the table.

“Look at this,” you grin as he reads it.

Jimin rubs the back of his neck. “I know who’s ad this is.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen at the promise of gossip. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

Jimin chuckles as you nearly bounce out of your seat. He shakes his head. This was why the two of you got along so well.

“You remember my friend Jungkook? Tall, long emo hair, piercings, and full tattoo sleeve?”

“And thighs to die for, yes. I remember,” you sigh. Okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him. So what?

Jimin stares at you, smiling like the Grinch, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“What?” You pick at your pastry to avoid his gaze.

“I just thought of a way to solve your problem and Jungkook’s,” Jimin explains as he sips his gingerbread latte.

“How?”

“You can be Jungkook’s fake girlfriend!” Jimin says in a duh tone.

“Jimin, that’s absurd! I barely even know him!” You protest, shaking your head.

“So? He’s a good guy. He’s just in a tough spot right now. Plus, we’d be able to hang out every day and you wouldn’t be here by yourself.” Jimin’s tone softens as his hand is placed over yours. He truly cares about you just as you did for him and you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Okay, but only if he’s okay with it,” you give in. “And I want my meals and money.”

“Done! I’ll give him your number! You won’t regret this, babe. His parents always cook the best meals and his brother is a master with dessert!” Jimin nearly moans at the thought of Christmas dinner.

You laugh, shaking your head and drinking your hot chocolate.

Perhaps you were in over your head, but the thought of not being alone for weeks on end seemed like a good idea. You’d also have Jimin and his friends around and maybe you could get to know Jungkook better.

Or it could all fall apart and blow up in your face.

[unknown]: hello, is this Jimin’s friend?

[you]: I mean, I have a name

[unknown]: this is Jungkook

[unknown]: I’m sorry, of course, I know your name

[Jungkook]: I just got nervous, sorry

[you]: I assume Jimin filled you in?

[Jungkook]: he did, thank you so much

[Jungkook]: can we meet in person to discuss this? I’m not very good at texting

[you]: sure, meet me in the cafeteria

Jungkook wipes his palms on his jeans for the third time in the past five minutes. His hair made his forehead sweat and his lips were red from how much he was biting them. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It’s not like you were a stranger to him or he to you, but the two of you had never had one one-on-one time.

What if you were just kidding?

Jimin had assured him you were down to be his fake girlfriend, but what if you changed your mind? He hadn’t been having much luck despite Joon’s advertisement scattered around campus, and Seokjin was planning on changing his phone number tomorrow afternoon.

This whole thing was a mess. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to call his mom and explain.

However, the check had cleared already and he’d already used some of it for Christmas gifts.

Jungkook was in over his head. This whole thing was a disaster waiting to happen.

Just when he’s about to turn around and head out, he spots you.

Smiling, he feels relieved that you showed up. You’re wearing your favorite sweater, a pretty cerulean one with white snowflakes and an adorable snowman on the front.

From what Jungkook can recall, you’re quite fond of snowmen. You find them adorable. Maybe he knows you a little better than he thought and this could turn out okay.

“Hi!” you chirp, waving as you reach him. You clutch your backpack tighter as you take him in. How is it possible for him to look so good?

“Hey, thanks for coming,” he says genuinely.

“Sure! Jimin kind of filled me in earlier but I would like a little more info on what I’m getting myself into,” you state, your fingers twiddling the strap of your backpack.

“Of course,” Jungkook nods, smiling just enough for you to notice the cute mole under his lip.

However, before the two of you can continue your conversation, music booms loudly over the speakers in the cafeteria.

Try as he might, Jungkook can’t hear you over the music and suggests heading to the cafe instead. You agree as you follow him, wondering if the silence between you is as awkward for him as it was for you.

Minutes later, the two of you have your drinks and are sitting in the nearly empty cafe. You’re thankful for the warmth of your hot cocoa and a quieter atmosphere.

“So,” you start, clearing your throat. “Tell me about your plan.”

Jungkook can feel the heat rise to his cheeks. He avoids your gaze, focusing on the mug of coffee in front of him.

“I need a fake girlfriend for Christmas,” Jungkook finally says, just above a whisper. He can’t bring himself to meet your eyes, so he fiddles with the handle of the mug.

“I told my family I was in a serious relationship and if I don’t show up with someone, they’ll know I lied,” Jungkook finished.

“Would that be so bad?” You ask, trying to get more information out of him, but it’s clear his embarrassment is holding him back.

Swallowing thickly, Jungkook nods. “I just, I don’t usually lie to my parents about stuff like this, but my brother just got engaged and my grandmother gave him a house…”

“So you're wondering what she’ll give you if I show up on your arm?” You finish for him after he trails off.

Jungkook nods. He takes a sip of his drink to buy himself some time and to prepare for the rejection. He knew it was a dumb idea.

“And your family is okay with me staying there until break ends or you come home?” You inquire.

“Yeah, they’ll give you a room and everything, and of course, I’ll pay you,” Jungkook said. Were you seriously considering this?

“What do you need me to do? Lay it out for me, Kook.”

“It’s pretty simple,” Jungkook bites his lip. He reaches for his backpack on the chair beside him and takes out a notebook and pen. “We need my friends to believe we’re dating, even though they know the plan. They’ll help us prepare for Christmas break. We need my family to believe we’re dating and we may need to hold hands and stuff to prove it. We can’t be awkward around each other if this is going to work.”

“Sounds simple enough,” you agree with a nod.

“We can set up a schedule to get to know each other more and maybe take some photos together,” Jungkook suggests.

“Sure, just don’t forget to feed me,” you tease with a smile.

Jungkook chuckles. “I won’t forget.”

“Cool,” you grin as you finish your drink. “I’d love to stay and chat longer, but I have to study. I’ve got a test tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t let me keep you. I’ll text you later with the details.”

“Okay,” you gather your belongings and Jungkook carefully grabs your wrist.

You raise a brow in question.

“We should probably take a picture together for our lock screen,” he explains as he holds up his phone.

You nod, standing beside him as he takes a picture of the two of you.

“I’ll send it to you tonight,” he promises as you wave and leave the cafe.

Was this insane enough to work?

Saturday morning comes quickly, especially when your phone is ringing on your nightstand right by your head.

Groaning, you reach over for it, only to see Jungkook’s name on your screen. It takes a second to answer, eyes fluttering shut as you grunt.

“Good morning,” Jungkook chirps and you grunt again.

Jungkook chuckles. “Sorry, I guess you’re not a morning person.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you free today? I was thinking we could get together for some fake dating stuff.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip nervously. He knew asking last minute probably wasn’t the most ideal, but the rest of the week had slipped by him in a haze.

The only time he had seen you was for a few minutes to buy you lunch and dinner in the cafeteria, but it didn’t leave any time for scheming.

“Jungkook,” you groan his name as you roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling. “It’s ass o’clock in the morning on a Saturday.”

“It’s almost 10, Sleeping Beauty,” Jungkook giggles and your icy demeanor starts to melt. How could you be mad at him?

Sighing, you rub your eyes with your free hand. “All right, what’s the plan?”

“How about lunch and a photoshoot?”

“A photoshoot?” You repeat, befuddled.

“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles nervously. He feels dumb suggesting it now, but if he wanted to make this look legit, pictures as proof were needed, as kindly Taehyung reminded him just last night. “You know, as proof?”

“Proof?” You yawn as you ask but sit up in bed. “Fine, but I’m owed lunch and ice cream after.”

“Okay! Jimin and Hoseok will be at your dorm in thirty minutes and we’ll meet up with Tae in the quad.”

“Wait, why?”

“To take pictures,” Jungkook explains.

“No,” you shake your head. “Why are they coming over?”

“Oh,” Jungkook laughs, smiling to himself. “They’re gonna pick out your outfits.”

“What exactly did I sign up for?” You mutter to yourself, but Jungkook ignores it.

“See you then! Bye!” And the call ends without you getting a last word in.

“Time to get up, I guess,” you grumble as you set your phone on the nightstand and pull the covers off you. You curse Jungkook when a shiver runs down your spine and you shuffle into your bathroom for a hot shower.

Thirty minutes later, Hoseok and Jimin are at your door with bright grins.

You knew Hoseok was studying fashion design. It’s no surprise when he beelines it to your closet the moment pleasantries are exchanged. He digs in your drawers, tossing things on your bed as Jimin grabs a duffel bag.

“Hey!” you protest when a shirt hits your head.

“Sorry!” Hoseok apologizes hastily as he plans five outfits and a swimsuit.

Jimin helps dry your hair, chatting your ear off as he helps you lay out your makeup on your desk, smiling at the kitty-shaped mirror that sits on it. “Thank you for helping Jungkook. He’s been stressing about this since Thanksgiving.”

“It’s not the best situation to be in,” you say as you put eyeshadow primer on your eyelid. Hoseok hums to himself as he takes photos with his Polaroid camera of your outfits and sends the images to Yoongi and Jungkook.

“He just puts his foot in his mouth,” Jimin defends his best friend and you wave him away.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Besides, I’m happy to help and spend the holidays with you. It gets lonely being on campus when nobody else is.”

Jimin wraps himself around you, squeezing you tight. “You never have to worry about being alone as long as we’re around, okay?”

You swallow thickly, blinking away the hot tears that pool in your eyes. “Thanks, Jimin.”

“Don’t mention it,” he chirps as he wipes your tears and helps you do your makeup.

Jungkook wrings his hands as he paces back and forth. Taehyung has taken the liberty of setting up his equipment in the quad. Seeing as it’s a Saturday, there are not many people around even when finals are coming up. It gives you some kind of privacy.

Seokjin and Namjoon are sitting down nearby, sharing snacks and laughing at another inside joke. Jungkook wishes he could be as carefree as them, but this will be the first time he’ll have to touch you. He knows you agreed, but he’s terrified of making this situation more awkward than it has to be.

Yoongi has given up on reassuring him. Instead, he busies himself, adjusting the lighting and taking orders from Taehyung.

Since Hoseok texted the group chat that the three of you were on the way, he’s begun pacing back and forth. Nobody has attempted to soothe him since Yoongi tried. They mind their business, happy to be supportive from the sidelines.

Oh.

You’re here.

Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat. You look gorgeous.

You laugh at something Jimin says. He’s always been the best at easing any tension. He’s glad he’s your friend as well.

Perhaps you could come out of this as friends come January.

“Hey!” you wave as Hoseok carries your duffel bag over to Yoongi and Taehyung. The three of them stand together discussing the photoshoot.

There are a few key photos they can do today if the weather cooperates. Taehyung is amazing at editing, so he can change anything to make it seem like they were taken a while back instead of all on the same day.

Yoongi took the liberty of editing Jungkook’s Instagram posts, figuring his brother wouldn’t notice too much if a few photos were removed or added.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Taehyung shouts, clapping his hands and getting into photographer mode. You jump, hurrying to Jungkook’s side with a shy smile.

Taehyung briefly says hello as he arranges the two of you for the first photoshoot. They look like selfies from the angle of his camera. You worry you’re breathing too loudly when you stand too close to Jungkook, but he’s worried about his own body to notice yours.

Taehyung moves your hands to Jungkook’s shoulders, and you hide your smile on his shoulder as his hands go to your waist.

Your friends watch from the sidelines. The only one who approaches you is Jimin when your hair has gone astray or to feed you snacks in between.

Taehyung will have plenty to work with once he’s in his room editing. He moves on to the next shoot and Jimin follows you to the bathroom, waiting outside with Hoseok as you change into the next outfit.

“Wow!” Hoseok breathes as Jimin grins.

“Jungkook’s gonna lose it.”

“Shut up,” you laugh as you follow them back to the photoshoot. You go stand beside Yoongi, who is fixing a light. He smiles when he sees you, pulling you into a hug.

“You look amazing!” he compliments, and you hush him.

Jungkook approaches with rose-tinted cheeks. He takes in your outfit, your shirt and coat match his. You wear a skirt and thigh-high socks with a chunky pair of Mary Janes.

“Wow!” he breathes without meaning to.

He looks hot in his coat, his hair ruffled by the wind, and his lips glossy from his chapstick. Taehyung is quick to move the two of you closer. He takes a few shots, calling Jimin over with Namjoon to make the two of you laugh. You’re giggling when the camera goes off. Taehyung knows he’ll have to keep up with the two of you to make sure photos keep coming. You’re instructed to take pictures together, and your friends also doing so to upload them on their feeds.

“And kiss,” Taehyung demands from behind the camera.

You and Jungkook exchange wry looks.

Taehyung looks up from his camera, wondering what’s taking the both of you so long.

“Hello?” he waves. “Kiss.”

Seokjin steps up beside Taehyung. “You have kissed, right?”

“Um…” Jungkook looks at you for help.

“Uh… you see…” you trail off.

“You haven’t?” Seokjin sighs, running a hand over his face in exasperation. “Yoongi!”

“What?!” Yoongi shouts in response.

“They haven’t kissed! Fix it!” Seokjin whines as he stomps his foot.

“Way to make this awkward,” Jungkook mutters.

“Namjoon!” Yoongi yells, and Namjoon looks at him with wide eyes, wiping nacho cheese flavoring on his jeans.

“Take them to the hall,” Yoongi instructs.

Namjoon nods as he motions for the two of you to follow him into the building. He stands with his back to you and Jungkook.

You bite your lip, looking down at your shoes. Jungkook is tugging on his pants. He refuses to look at you, but he knows if he takes much longer, Taehyung and his fury will envelop you.

“We don’t have to,” Jungkook assures you.

“No, no. I want to,” you reassure him as you step closer to him. You ignore the thundering of your heart as you wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook grips your waist in his large hands, squeezing your sides as he leans in to meet you halfway.

When your lips meet his, fireworks go off behind your eyelids. You melt into him, gripping him tighter as your lips move with his. It’s better than you could have ever imagined, your lips tingling from his kiss as flashes go off in the distance.

Taehyung has captured your first kiss without you knowing, but that’s a problem for another day as Jungkook cradles your head, pressing you against the wall. His lips are like fire, burning you to your core as you pull him closer, your body pressed to his as his tongue slips past your lips and your knees buckle from his kiss.

A moan escapes you, your hands gripping his shirt tightly for some sense of balance as you kiss him deeper. Your other hand cards through his hair, the coldness of his lip rings pressing to your fiery hot lips, making you melt into a puddle as the camera goes off repeatedly.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses when you come up for air.

You giggle as you pull him into a hug. “Way to break the awkwardness.”

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Thanks for this, darling.” “No problem, babe.”

The photo shoot ends an hour later. Jungkook keeps his promise to buy you lunch when he invites you over to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment.

You share a pizza, sneaking away to his apartment next door for dessert. He hands you a Snickers ice cream bar, that you down with several moans and beg for more.

He obliges, thanking you for your participation tonight.

“No worries. I’m looking forward to Christmas with you and Jimin,” you state as you lick your ice cream.

“Really?”

“Of course,” you state as you finish your ice cream, tossing your wrapper into the trashcan. “I get lonely around the holidays.”

“Well, you won’t have to anymore.”

Schedules have been handed out on Monday when you returned to class. Professors are cracking down, urging you to review the material, some heavily hinting at what will be on the exam, others handing out a review sheet that will be the same as the exam except with the numbers changed, and some wishing you luck with a sinister grin.

Jungkook has set up a study date for tomorrow. He wants to compare schedules while getting to know you. His time is limited until all the exams are done and grades are posted, but his visit home is also weighing heavily on his shoulders.

The two of you spent the weekend sharing TikToks and memes, following each other on socials and hoping his brother wasn’t as big of a snoop as Jungkook seemed to claim. This would only work if he could be fooled because his parents never spent time online unless they absolutely had to. Often, Jungkook had to reset his mom’s passwords because she would forget and get locked out. She didn’t even know the password to her email and his dad just piggybacked on his wife’s account.

Grandmother Jeon just video-called him and Seojun, seeing as she spent most of her time chatting with friends, gardening, or at the slot machines. She didn’t care too much to learn how to scroll through everything, and honestly, just being able to use YouTube and text was enough for her.

When you find Jungkook at the cafe, he’s humming to himself as he writes something down in his notebook. He taps his foot quietly, ignoring the buzz of the surrounding customers. His backpack sits on the chair across from him, to deter anyone from taking a seat.

“Hey,” you greet him with a smile, ignoring the fluttering in your chest. Heat rises to your cheeks as your eyes lock on his lips. He’s playing with his lip ring, a habit you’ve noticed as of late. You remember the kiss you shared over the weekend. You haven’t stopped thinking about it and it adds to your nervousness and giddiness. Maybe you were over your head, but the kiss you shared felt nice. You were looking forward to kissing him again, feeling his hand cup your face gently as his lips pressed against yours.

“Hey,” he smiles bashfully. He moves his backpack off the chair for you to sit.

“How are you?” You ask as you sit down, unzipping your bag to take your book out and a purple notebook. You’re dreading exam week, knowing you won’t be able to relax until everything is said and done.

You still need to set up a study date with Jimin for the classes you share, and you hope it goes smoothly.

“Stressed,” Jungkook chuckles as he taps his pencil on the table before setting it down. “Finals always suck the life out of me.”

“Same,” you sigh as you open your book. “But then we’ll be off for a few weeks.”

“I’m looking forward to Christmas dinner. My mom makes the best dishes. Ugh, you’re gonna love it,” Jungkook assures you.

You bite back a smile. He looks adorable, his eyes sparkling.

“Are you sure your family won’t mind if I stay with you? I could ask Jimin if I can crash at his place,” you offer.

“Trust me, they’ll be more than happy to have you stay with us. Don’t even worry about it,” Jungkook smiles as he taps his pencil again.

Relief fills you, but you still worry about making a good impression. Despite this being a farce, you don’t want his parents to detest you.

Perhaps you’ll bring it up after finals. There’s no need to add more stress for Jungkook when his brows are furrowed and his lips look like they’ve seen better days from how much he’s biting them.

Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and slowly press your thumb to his bottom lip until his teeth release it. You don’t say a word as you move your thumb away, smiling instead as you turn to your studies.

Jungkook blushes, staring at you for a moment too long before he buries his face in his book. His hand scribbles notes into his notebook, but he finds it rather hard to concentrate. He’s been thinking about the kiss you shared on Saturday. He can’t stop thinking about it and he knows it’s just part of the act, but he’s been in over his head since Jimin introduced you.

At first, he thought you and Jimin were an item. Probably crushing on each other, but soon it was obvious Jimin saw you as a friend and nothing else. The two of you fought like siblings, tackling each other for the last soda, tickling each other until one of you almost peed your pants, and arm wrestling over the last slice of pizza, only for Seokjin to call seniority and scoop it out of the box before either of you could fight him for it.

You brought chaos to their friend-group, so you fit right in. Jungkook was shy. He kept to himself until he felt comfortable enough to open up, and he wished now more than ever that he’d done so before this whole debacle. Maybe it would be easier to move from friends to fake dating. He hopes there’s no awkwardness between this once it’s said and done.

An hour turns into two, and soon the two of you are putting your books away. Jungkook places an order for dinner and you eat together.

“I like their chicken salad croissants,” you gush as you take another bite. “They’re the best on campus.”

“Have you been to the Cupcake Boutique in town? They have the best cupcakes. The woman who owns the shop is so sweet.”

“I don’t think I’ve been there, but if they have a chocolate cupcake, I’m down.” You smile.

“You’ll love them! I’ll take you once we get to my parents' house. Jimin will probably tag along. He can eat a dozen at once if he wants to.” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Hmm, maybe we can have a cupcake-eating contest,” you joke, and Jungkook guffaws.

“I don’t think you’d make it out alive. Jimin is very competitive,” he chuckles.

Once you finish eating, Jungkook helps clean up the table before offering to walk you to your dorm.

“I’ll see you later this week. We can study again and get to know each other more. I have a feeling Namjoon is dying to quiz us,” you shrug.

“Sure thing,” Jungkook agrees. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? You can still back out.”

“I’m not backing out, Kook. Let me do this for you, okay?” You smile at him, moving in for a quick peck to his cheek before rushing into your dorm.

Jungkook is left dumbfounded as he watches you leave, a smile appearing on his lips. The warmth of your lips lasts until he’s climbing into bed, the covers pulled up to his chest and his hand on his cheek.

Perhaps this would work out.

The week passes by in a blur of studying, debating dropping out, and wondering if your parents would let you live with them until you’re 80.

By the time Saturday morning rolls around, your parents have declined to keep you until 80, talked you out of dropping out, and sent encouraging words your way along with a gift card to the local cafe.

Jungkook invites you over to his place at noon. You lug your heavy bookbag to his place, groaning when you look through your reviews.

Giggling, Jungkook offers you a drink as he takes a juice box from his fridge.

“Just one more week and we’re done,” he says as he pokes the straw through the opening and squirts himself in the face.

Cackling, you fall onto your back, missing the coffee table by a mere inch. Jungkook pouts, glaring at you playfully before he helps you up.

You’ve set aside two hours to study and an hour to get to know each other before his friends come over. You’re eager to see Jimin and his friends, now your friends, tonight. The lot of you have been running around studying and turning in assignments, arranging study dates in between mental breakdowns and too much caffeine.

Jimin’s ran across campus with your coffee order to encourage you to keep going and you ran across campus with his favorite takeout to make sure he ate. You’re counting down the hours until you’re free, but you’re thankful for this time with everyone to relax.

“Favorite childhood memory?” Jungkook asks, looking up from the flash card Namjoon made for the both of you.

“Horseback riding with my dad. He split his pants when he climbed off the horse.” you laugh, covering your mouth to hide your teeth, an old habit you picked up when you had braces in your teens.

Jungkook grins, shaking his head. “Mine is my tenth birthday party when my friends and I went to the amusement park and I was finally tall enough to ride The Raptor.”

“Favorite movie?” You ask, looking at your index card.

“How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” Jungkook answers easily. You’ve gone over your favorite colors (purple), favorite food (pizza), and favorite music (pop). You have a good feeling about his plan working, but you’ve yet to get close physically again. You’ve hugged in greeting and you even kissed his cheek a few times, but you haven’t held hands or kissed again.

You know you’ll have to make it look romantic in front of his family, but you’re not sure if you should bring it up or allow him to.

The doorbell rings as you wrap up. Jimin barges in with Yoongi and Seokjin in tow.

“The others are picking up the food,” Jimin explains as he sets down some snacks and Yoongi sets down the drinks.

You help unpack the goods, giggling when Jimin opens a can of soda and it bubbles over his hand and fingers. He groans as he runs to the sink, cursing as he sets the can inside with a frown.

“You’re making a mess,” Jungkook whines as he wipes the counter with napkins and then a wet rag. He glares at Jimin’s back the whole time while you watch.

You noticed Jungkook’s apartment was pretty tidy. Nothing seemed out of place, and he even took the time to fold his clothing as soon as it came out of the dryer. He didn’t leave it to sit until the next time you needed the dryer. Perhaps it would light a fire under your ass to get moving.

“Move your foot,” Seokjin huffs as he tries to walk into the apartment with Taehyung at his side. They’ve somehow managed to get stuck in the entryway in their rush to be the first inside.

On the floor, Namjoon crawls between Seokjin's legs, followed by Hoseok.

Seokjin was left dumbfounded as Taehyung shoved him out of the way, hands gripping two heavy bags of takeout.

Seokjin rolls his eyes as he carries two enormous pizzas inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.

“Ungrateful,” he scoffs as he sets the pizza down on the counter, popping open the box.

Jungkook grabs some plates and everyone serves themselves before heading to the living room.

His friends spread out on his large couch, Jimin claiming the recliner to himself with a blanket and a couch cushion.

The only spot left empty is beside Jungkook, and you take the seat with a few lingering nerves. He offers you a smile when you sit beside him, allowing you to pick the first movie as his friends stuff their faces.

Your favorite movie plays on the screen, getting comfortable in your spot on the couch until you rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He stiffens for a moment but relaxes as he slowly drapes his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer.

Namjoon nudges Seokjin with his elbow coyly. His eyes are still as Seokjin follows them, grinning to himself before nudging Hoseok and Yoongi.

You’re unaware of their attention focused on you. You snuggle up closer to Jungkook, his hand playing with your hair mindlessly as he chuckles at the scene.

Even Jimin is peering at you from his spot, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Miraculously, he says nothing, not even when Taehyung’s eyes widen when Jungkook kisses the top of your head.

Slowly, the sun sinks into the horizon, its last rays kissing the night sky as it finally disappears.

Seokjin and Namjoon have been whispering throughout the movie. Taehyung is draped over Hoseok’s lap, softly snoring while Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair.

Yoongi scrolls on his phone, silently adding photos he’d gotten from Taehyung to Jungkook’s account. He’s taken your phone to do the same.

Jimin is curled in the recliner, his eyes drooping as the movie continues to play in the background until he finally falls asleep with a soft whine.

Jungkook hasn’t moved in a while. His arm has fallen asleep, and he’s tried wiggling his fingers to get the circulation going again. He knows it won’t be long until Namjoon and Yoongi herd all their friends out the door, all of them stumbling sleepily past the doorway as they say their goodbyes.

“That was fun,” you state in between yawns, frowning when another one hits you and makes Jungkook yawn as well.

You laugh, shaking your head as you roll the sleeves of your sweater up to your elbows. Jungkook thinks you look adorable. The purple and white sweater has snowflakes and hearts all around it. You hum as you help him clean up, your hand brushing against his when you both reach for a plate.

You let him take it, smiling as you grab the last of the soda cans and dump them in your bag. Jungkook finishes loading the dishwasher, washing his hands before taking the bag from you.

After you wash your hands, you toy with your sweater sleeves. You’re not sure if you should stay or go, shifting your weight from foot to foot before deciding to sit on his couch.

Jungkook joins you a minute later. The movie continues to play on the TV, the sound a welcomed distraction from the bout of awkwardness you feel.

“I think we did pretty good today,” Jungkook comments as he scoots closer to you.

“You think?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums. “I think we can nail it by Christmas break.”

“We’ll have to work on the PDA a little,” you clear your throat, avoiding his gaze though you feel the heat of it.

Jungkook swallows thickly, wiping his palms on his sweatpants.

“Uh, yeah. Whenever you want,” he clears his throat, suddenly feeling like he’s choking. He doesn’t want to seem too excited or uninterested, but you look so beautiful sitting across from him. He wishes he had asked you out for real. He finds you beguiling. You have a lot in common, and he could see you being friends or perhaps more. Has he ruined his chance by dragging you into his mess?

Giggling, you wave your hand in front of his face. Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously as he apologizes. He tugs on the sleeves of his oversized black hoodie.

“Should we practice?” You whisper, afraid that if you speak too loudly, you’ll not only spook him but yourself. You wish it were easier to do this. After all, you had a crush on him and had daydreamed about this before. So why was reality such a hurdle?

Jungkook licks his lips nervously. He nods, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as he meets your gaze. He’s careful as he lifts his hand to cup your face, leaning forward as you meet him in the middle. His eyes flutter shut when yours does, his other hand resting on top of yours as his lips finally connect with you.

It’s slow, soft, and cautious. You use your free hand to cup his face as he adds more pressure, following your lead and giving you plenty of opportunities to end it.

You don’t.

Instead, you move closer, nearly on his lap as the kiss deepens, and it’s your tongue that presses against his lips, asking for permission. Jungkook moans, his hand moving to your thigh and squeezing.

It’s your turn to moan, whimpering against his lips as you climb on top of him. He chuckles, his hands moving lower to grab your hips as he falls back onto the couch with you on top.

“Fuck,” he breathes when you pull apart for a moment. You smile as you lean in to kiss him again, this time taking your time and nipping his bottom lip.

Jungkook squeezes you, your moan going straight to his cock.

Sparks explode from both of you, your bodies thrumming with excitement and lust. You do not doubt that there’s chemistry there. Each kiss, each touch, is euphoric. Each moan goes straight to your core, blooming into heavenly pleasure.

Jungkook groans when you grind down on him once. He guides you again, and you moan into the kiss, whimpering when he rubs against your clit.

Your thighs shake, your cunt aches and you want nothing more than for him to devour every bit of you.

But you pull away, panting with a smile on your face.

“I think that’s good for today,” you say as you run a hand through your hair.

Jungkook nods, cheeks pink and lips swollen. He smiles softly, slowly releasing you from his grip as you sit up and collect your things.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask as you head for the door.

Jungkook nods, unable to speak yet.

You giggle, leaning in for one last kiss before heading out to your dorm.

Jungkook watches you go, his heart skipping a beat as he shuts the door.

Almost too quickly, Monday rolls around. Jungkook drags himself out of bed with a groan as he readies himself for his first final of the week.

He’s got your exam schedule memorized but sends a quick good luck text your way, regardless. He knows he probably won’t see much of you as you both stress over exams, but you have a “date” planned for Thursday night when your finals and his are done.

Jungkook tries not to get distracted, but he bites his lip when he thinks of your kiss on Saturday. You felt so warm and nice in his hands. Just thinking about you makes his cock throb. He knows that probably won’t happen again; perhaps just a ‘heat of the moment’ type thing, but he’s glad you enjoyed kissing him as much as he did you.

“Get it together,” he scolds himself as he gets dressed. “Don’t get in over your head. It’s fake.”

With a deep sigh, Jungkook gathers his belongings and heads out the door.

It’s just past lunch when Jungkook spots you. He holds out a bag of your favorite meal, as you nearly collide with someone in your rush to reach him.

You have fifteen minutes to eat and get to your class before the exam, your legs carrying you as fast as possible. Jungkook had learned of your predicament and left for the cafeteria earlier to grab your lunch. He holds it in his hand as you dash toward him, stopping to kiss his cheek and grabbing the brown bag before shouting “Thank you!” over your shoulder.

Jungkook watches you go, chuckling when you dip past someone else. You’re a woman on a mission, and Jungkook hopes you get to class in time to eat.

“Okay.” Jimin raises his stopwatch to eye level. He smiles giddily as Jungkook taps his pen on his desk. Jimin is taking this a little too seriously, but he’s grateful his friend is helping.

“On the count of three,” Jimin states, nearly jumping in his spot. Jungkook looks down at the pop quiz that Jimin’s drawn up. He’s spent most of the evening coaching JK with facts and tidbits about you, your life growing up, things you like, things you don’t like, family names, memories, and anything else under the sun. Jungkook’s been drilled and has studied with flashcards, and now it was time to put it to the test. However, it won’t be the last before the break.

Jimin just wants to see how well he knows you this far in. They’re both aware of the deadline looming over them. Time flies by thanks to finals, but there’s not much time left.

Jimin and Taehyung have scheduled study sessions and photo sessions. Yoongi has been handling all media aspects, gossiping around campus about your relationship.

Namjoon has been quizzing you, sharing facts, and the like to get you to know his friend as well as he does. You’ve picked up on almost everything he’s said and done well on your quiz.

Hoseok has been coming to your place, pondering in front of your closet for an hour or so a day before leaving. He’s taken photos of everything you own, shaking his head when he takes a snowman sweater out of the closet that has seen better days. He’s been working on finals but also has printed photos of every item in your possession to build outfits. Soon, he’ll be around to pack your bags for the break, labeling each outfit down to the shoes.

Seokjin has taken it upon himself to go home for the holidays to witness this fiasco… er plan, run its course. He will be the charmer, leading a conversation away from the two of you if there’s something you can’t answer. He plans on being a distraction if needed, but mostly he’s looking forward to Jungkook’s mom cooking Christmas dinner.

“One. Two. Three.” Jimin starts the timer and Jungkook flips over his quiz. He bites his lower lip as he concentrates, his eyes scanning the page before answering the first question.

Hometown?

Birthday?

Family members?

Jungkook answers the rest of the questions to the best of his ability. Jimin has thought of questions that may come up, but Jungkook is hoping his family won’t host an interrogation instead of Christmas dinner.

“And time!” Jimin hollers as he presses the button on the stopwatch. Jungkook lays his pen down on his desk before handing his friend his quiz.

Jimin grabs a red pen from the Garfield cup on Jungkook’s desk and hums to himself as he grades the quiz.

Curious, Jungkook watches his friend, but Jimin covers the paper. “No looking.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook walks away from the desk to sit on his bed. He feels like he’s drowning in this situation. He knows it’s too late to go back on this plan and his mom would call after finals to confirm his “girlfriend” join them for the holidays.

For a few days now, Jungkook has been dodging her calls and text messages. He knows he won’t be able to lie over the phone.

Shaking his head, Jungkook rids himself of those thoughts. He’ll worry about all that later. For now, the plan will move forward in full force. He and his friends have worked hard to make it work and he doesn’t want everyone’s work to be for nothing. Besides, even you were doing your part and more so to know everything there is to know about him. He knows this can’t be easy and he will be forever grateful to you for helping him out. Whatever you need from him in the future, it’s yours. He can never thank you enough for agreeing to this plan.

“Hmm, not bad,” Jimin finally says, breaking Jungkook out of his thoughts.

“What?”

“You got most of these correct, but you got her sisters confused. Jen is older than Lea,” Jimin explains as he hands the paper back to Jungkook to review.

Jungkook takes the quiz and looks it over. He knows he’ll have to study a bit more later this week. There are still a few more days until exams are over and you can shift focus on getting to know each other. Besides, you still have to work on showing affection without it seeming awkward.

The thought reminds Jungkook of the kisses you’ve shared and his cheeks warm at the thought of doing it again.

“What’s got you smiling so much?” Jimin asks as he sits on the desk chair.

“Uh,” Jungkook clears his throat. He feels his ears burn. “Nothing.”

“Oh, come on,” Jimin huffs. “You’re smiling about something.”

Jungkook knows Jimin will prod until he gets his answer, so he sighs and gives in. “Just thinking of kissing her again.”

“Damn,” Jimin chuckles. “You’ve already made it to kissing?”

Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip. “A few times.”

“Do you like her?” Jimin asks, mostly out of curiosity but also because he cares about you.

“I mean,” Jungkook shrugs, not sure how to answer. “I’ve always thought she was cute and funny. She’s also smart and caring. She makes me smile.”

“So you do like her?” Jimin grins.

“I guess, but I’ve kind of ruined it all with this stupid plan,” Jungkook sighs in defeat, toying with the hem of his shirt. “I doubt she’d look at me again after it’s said and done.”

“You don’t know that, Kook. She might like you,” Jimin states.

Jungkook shrugs again. He asks Jimin to help him with the flashcards again, no longer wanting to focus on you and him being anything more.

“Joon,” you groan as you tap your pen. His quiz lies on your desk face down and his PowerPoint is on the wall. He’s taken the time to make it to help you study for your first meeting of Jungkook’s patents.

“It’s going to help you,” Joon insists as he uses his laser pointer to go over the first slide. You groan again. You’ve been studying for the past two hours.

Your textbooks sit on your bed untouched as you recite Jungkook’s family’s names from eldest to youngest, including Saraí.

Namjoon goes through this PowerPoint before allowing you to take your quiz. You've done your best to study for exams and Jungkook’s con… plan.

“There,” you finish the quiz and hand it over to Namjoon. He takes it from you, taking the lid off a red marker with his teeth. You open your textbooks, reading over the highlighted bits to try to force them into the library of knowledge known as your brain. You know finals should be your focus this week, but every time your thoughts stray, they head right to the kiss you shared with Jungkook.

Heat rises and spreads across your cheeks as you chew on your pen. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine how his hands felt on your hips, his lips pressed hotly on yours.

Other than lunch and dinner runs, you haven’t spent time with Jungkook. You’re dying to get your hands (and lips) on him again. That may be the best part about this whole situation.

“Earth to Love-struck!” Namjoon waves his hand in front of your face to draw your attention.

Blinking owlishly, you look at him. “What?”

“Were you paying attention to anything I said?”

“No,” you answer honestly. “I wasn’t.”

Namjoon sighs heavily. “I said you got everything correct. I’ll be by one more time before the week ends to quiz you again, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about. We’ll get everyone together after finals and Yoongi can run the story by us.”

“You think we’ll have enough time to memorize it?” You question him.

Namjoon shrugs. “Not much we can do about it this late in the game. Worst-case scenario, we tell the truth; Jungkook met you through Jimin.”

“Seems easy enough,” you agree as you bid him goodbye.

You shut the door once he leaves and you sit on your bed, finally cracking open your notes to place beside your textbook.

Try as you might to study, you can’t seem to get Jungkook off your mind.

[you]: Good morning ☀️

[Babe 💕]: Good morning ☀️

[you]: something tells me it’s not that great.

Babe 💕: how can you tell? 👀

[you]: it’s my job as your boyfriend to know 😅

[Babe 💕]: I’ve got one more final and I’m trying not to doze off in Building J 😴

[you]: I’ve got faith in you! One more final stands between you and movie night

[Babe 💕]: ugh! I could go for a slice of Joe’s stuffed crust, cheesy pizza

[Babe 💕]: Koo, make time go faster 😭

Jungkook chuckles at the text. He moves to the side after ordering his coffee and yours. He’s just finished his last final with enough time to grab your favorite drink from the cafe.

He texts back quickly, grabbing both drinks when his name is called shortly after.

Quickly, Jungkook makes his way across campus. His phone buzzes with messages from you and his friends. Some cheer that they’re done and others complain that they’re not.

Jungkook doesn’t check his phone. Instead, he goes up the elevator to the second floor. As soon as the doors open, he steps out and heads down the hall to the table you said you frequent between classes.

You don’t look up when he approaches until his shoes are in your vision.

You smile and it makes Jungkook’s heart flutter like a hummingbird.

Jungkook sets your drink in front of you, making sure it doesn’t get too close to your textbook.

“I got you a drink,” he says simply as you rise from your seat.

“I could marry you!” You joke as you hug him. You had debated going to the cafe for ten minutes, deciding against it to study instead. Every last moment counted, after all.

Jungkook nearly howls with laughter. “Don’t let my mom hear you say that. She’ll have our wedding planned by the end of the day.”

You giggle as you sit down. Jungkook sits beside you, taking a sip from his drink.

You tease Jungkook by writing Mrs. Jeon on the corner of your notebook.

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”

You stick your tongue out at him before reaching for your drink. “I have been, but at this point, I either know it or I don’t.”

Jungkook nods. He watches you study for a while before he offers to walk you to class. He carries your backpack for you and you take his hand in yours, fingers laced together.

Neither of you says a word as you walk to your class holding hands. You ignore the rapid beating of your heart, praying Jungkook doesn’t feel as awkward. You only have a few days to get comfortable with PDA and honestly, you were looking forward to kissing him again.

“Good luck,” Jungkook tells you once you reach your classroom. “I’ll see you tonight?”

You nod. “I’ll be over in the evening.”

Jungkook nods, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he can chicken out. He smiles and waves as he takes his leave.

You watch him go, sighing dreamily before heading into your classroom.

Jimin lies on your bed after his exam, his phone is in his hands above him as he scrolls through his feed.

“Are you guys staying over?” You ask as you gather some clothing for your overnight bag. Jungkook had said sometimes everyone got too sleepy to head home, and it turned into a massive sleepover at his place.

“I don’t know,” Jimin responds as he hearts a post and keeps scrolling. “I have my bag ready just in case, though.”

“Should I take anything?” You ask as you throw in your toiletries and phone charger.

“Fuck!” Jimin groans as his phone hits him in the face. He sits up, rubbing his nose. “No, Yoongi and Tae have it covered.”

Taking one last look around your dorm, you decide you’re ready to head out.

“Let’s go,” you tell Jimin as you sling your bag over your shoulder and pat your pockets for your phone and wallet.

Jimin gets off the bed, following you to the door as you head out.

“How’s everything with Jungkook going?” Jimin asks as the two of you begin your walk to Jungkook’s apartment.

“It’s been good,” you smile bashfully. “It’s not nearly as awkward as I thought. Not on my end, at least.”

“You seem to really like him,” Jimin comments as his hands slide into his pockets.

“I mean, that’s kind of the point, right?”

Scoffing, Jimin comes to a stop to look at you. “Come on, that’s not what I meant.”

You laugh, continuing to walk forward until Jimin matches your pace.

“He’s not as intimidating as I thought he was. He’s funny and a little dorky,” you giggle. “He wears toe socks and cute little barrettes, his laugh lights up the room, his eyes shine like a million stars in the night sky, and his smile is blinding and comforting. His voice is angelic, brings tears to my eyes when he sings when he thinks nobody’s around.”

Jimin licks his lips, trying to bite back a smile. “Huh.”

“What?” You raise a brow as you turn a corner.

“You’re in love with Jungkook!” Jimin taunts and you smack him playfully.

“Shut up!”

“You so are!” Jimin cackles as he dodges your next swipe.

“You’re insufferable,” you grumble, stomping off ahead of him. His tinkling laugh fills the air behind you as he sings your name and Jungkook’s “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

When you approach Jungkook’s apartment, you linger on the porch with Jimin. “Not a word to him.”

Holding up his hands, Jimin nods with a sickeningly sweet grin. “Not a word.”

Silence has never been Jimin’s forte per se. His eyes and body language often betray him at the best of times and the worst of times. He knows he can keep important secrets—secrets shared in confidence.

However, the moment Yoongi makes eye contact with him, he nearly spills. Yoongi raises a brow but ultimately says nothing as he goes back to his phone.

Hoseok is busy trying to make room on the coffee table for all the food and drinks while Namjoon helps Seokjin make the face masks.

Jungkook is throwing blankets in the dryer to warm them up, making sure they smell wonderful before he hands them out.

Taehyung checks the battery on his camera, sitting on the end of the couch across from where you and Jungkook will be sitting. He’s got Jungkook’s phone in his lap, opting for a few blurry pics as the evening progresses.

Time is ticking by faster, especially with finals coming to a close for all of you. You’ll have the weekend to practice being a couple before you’re put to the test.

The lot of you leave Sunday afternoon as the campus shuts down for the holiday break. Hoseok will be around on Saturday to pack your belongings and then head over to Jungkook’s place to pack his.

“Food and then facials,” Seokjin announces as he has Namjoon carry a large bowl of what looks like oatmeal. You eye it warily, volunteering Jimin to go first.

“Traitor!” He exclaims as Seokjin pulls him onto the recliner. Jimin pouts as Seokjin rubs the concoction on his face while Hoseok munches on the cucumber slices meant to cover his eyes.

“I thought we were gonna eat first?” Jungkook asks as he hands the throw blankets to his friends, saving the large one for you and him.

“Yeah, but Jimin volunteered,” Seokjin grins mischievously.

“I did not!”

Seokjin sticks a cucumber slice in his mouth to shut him up before smiling at Jungkook.

“Go about your day.”

Jungkook blinks once and turns to his friends. The movie is loaded on the TV screen. The food is ready and the lights are dimmed just enough to allow Seokjin to see what he’s doing.

“I guess let’s dig in until we end up on the torture chair,” Jungkook shrugs as he sits beside you.

“You’re next!” Seokjin huffs as he waves a wooden stick at him.

Jungkook shudders but remains silent as he grabs a drink. The rest of you eat as the movie starts. Seokjin has moved onto Namjoon while Jimin lies on the floor, scared to have some of the goo fall off.

He knows he’s got a moisturizing face mask to don next before he can eat like the rest of his friends.

Taehyung waits until you and Jungkook grow comfortable to snap a few photos. He gets one of you looking up at Jungkook when you lay beside him. One of Jungkook breaking cheese off your pizza slice and one of the both of you laughing so hard you can’t breathe.

Taehyung has his suspicions about the two of you. He knows you’ve been spending a lot of time together, often texting Jungkook or the group chat to hang out, but Jungkook always seems unavailable. That’s until Taehyung spots him with you, either at the cafe, the library, or heading to your dorm.

Hoseok smiles as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. It’s been so long since he’s seen Jungkook smitten over someone. Though it may be a con of some sort, Hoseok can tell that his actions and words are genuine. He’s never known Jungkook to be cruel about his intentions with love and dating, so he has no doubts that what you see is what you get.

Jungkook wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see. It doesn’t take a genius to notice how his demeanor has changed over the past few weeks. For a moment Hoseok can forget it’s all a facade.

Seokjin finishes with everyone before he takes a seat and begins to eat. He’s excited to leave campus for a while. Perhaps he’ll see Jungkook pull this off or perhaps it’ll blow up in his face. Regardless, Seokjin couldn’t wait!

Jungkook chuckles as you try to take his piece of chocolate. He dangles it over your mouth teasingly, pretending to drop it in your mouth only to kiss you.

Giggling, you kiss him again, pausing to take the chocolate from his fingers. Laughing, Jungkook grabs another piece of chocolate and you repeat your actions.

It’s sickeningly sweet to watch, but Seokjin and Namjoon think the two of you are ready to fool Jungkook’s family. After all, an apartment hangs on the line and that would be wonderful for Jungkook. He wouldn’t have to worry about paying rent for a long, long time.

Once the first movie is over, Yoongi speaks up.

“I’ve done what I could to disguise your feeds. I’ve added a few photos to older posts and made stories of you two throughout the week,” Yoongi explains as you all go to Instagram to check Jungkook’s page.

“The story is simple. It’s easier to remember lies based on truth. Jungkook met his girl through Jimin. They became friends and started dating in July over summer break. Your anniversary is July 14th, so you’ll need to post a five-month picture today. I’ll take care of it with Tae.” Yoongi points to Tae, who nods and hands over his camera.

“Sounds simple enough,” Namjoon agrees. He didn’t doubt the two of you could pull this off. All you had to do was get through the holidays and you’d have a lot of free time to explore the town with your friends.

“Seokjin and Jimin will be around to help curve questions you can't answer. Namjoon will pop in when possible to draw attention away from you for a bit,” Yoongi continues.

“The Jeons love me,” Namjoon beams as Jungkook scoffs.

“They love me more,” he pouts.

Namjoon cackles. “Let’s call Momma Jeon and ask.”

“No!” Jungkook protests as Namjoon giggles.

“Thought so!”

“Can we get back to scheming?” Hoseok asks as he muffles a yawn.

“Sorry,” Namjoon and Jungkook apologize.

“Hoseok will stop by closer to the new year and Tae will take photos. Once the apartment is Jungkook’s, we’ll let you guys be,” Yoongi finishes.

“Sounds simple enough,” you comment as Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“Hands in,” Seokjin commands as he sticks his hand out in the middle of the group. He ignores the groans of everyone as they stick their hand one on top of the other.

“Con Jungkook’s Grandma on three!” Seokjin exclaims.

“Wait,” Jungkook protests but is ignored.

“One. Two. Three!” Seokjin shouts.

“Con Jungkook’s Grandma!”

“I hate you.”

Saturday rolls around sooner than you’d think and nerves have begun to bubble from anxiety. You’ve dated a few people here and there in the past but never considered it serious enough to meet their parents.

Despite it being a hoax, you wanted Jungkook’s parents to like you. These negative thoughts filled your head as the hours ticked by.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and called Jungkook.

“Mm,” he groans sleepily. For once it’s you that’s up at the ass crack of dawn, or 7 a.m. for you.

“Jungkook,” worry laces your voice as you say his name.

“What, baby?” He asks groggily as he pulls his white comforter over his chest. His shoulders are exposed and you nearly drool at the sight.

“What if your parents hate me?” You blurt out as you bite on the nail of your thumb.

Jungkook grunts in response, his eyes shut as he falls asleep once again. His soft snoring makes you relax before you say his name once again.

“Baby?” He asks confused. The pet name makes your heart flutter and although you know it’s all part of the scheme, you love it regardless. He’s taken to calling you baby and darling as of late, and your heart swims at every term of endearment.

“Jungkook,” you whine and he sits up, the comforter falling to his waist.

Fuck, you nearly lose yourself in the expanse of his broad shoulders and tapered waist. You forget what you’ve even called him about as you feast on his body.

Jungkook is unaware as he yawns and rubs his eyes. He looks at the clock on his wall and yawns again.

“Darling, it’s only 7 a.m. Why aren’t you asleep?”

You’re eyeing his sleeve when he asks again.

“Um, what if your parents hate me?”

Jungkook brows furrow. “Why would they hate you? You’re my girl.”

You nearly scream at how casually he says it. When he smiles, it disarms you and you almost get off camera so you can squeal and kick your feet on the bed out of excitement. You’re in way too deep.

“I just worry I’ll say or do something dumb. I’ve never met parents before,” you admit. Jungkook settles on his side as he pulls the covers upward once again.

“You have nothing to worry about, baby. They’re all looking forward to meeting you. I’ll be right by your side through it all, I promise.”

Relief floods your chest. You believe him.

“Why don’t you bring your stuff over later and we can have one last study session? We can head out together in the afternoon with everyone,” Jungkook suggests. He hates how you’re second-guessing yourself. Of course, his family would adore you.

“Like a sleepover?” You question.

“Yes,” Jungkook nods. “That way, you won’t be alone on campus.”

“Sure,” you agree. “That sounds great.”

“Get some more sleep, darling. I’ll be over around 3 p.m. to pick you up. Hoseok should be there at noon.” Jungkook reminds you.

“Okay,” you smile brightly. “See you then.”

“Later, babe,” Jungkook says before hanging up and snuggling back into bed. His eyes flutter shut as sleep consumes him, eyes popping open when he realizes he’s asked you to stay over.

Hoseok arrives in a whirlwind. He hugs you hello and gets right down to business. Your suitcase is open on your bed and a few minutes later, Jimin is at your door.

“Ah, I see he’s here already,” Jimin grins as he sits on your desk chair.

“Shush, I’m working,” Hoseok huffs as he pulls items from your closet and labels them according to the Polaroids on the bed.

You watch him silently beside Jimin, who wraps his arms around your waist. He muffles a yawn into your side.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Jimin asks as he releases you.

“A little nervous,” you admit. “I talked to Jungkook though, and he assured me I have nothing to worry about.”

Jimin nods. “The Jeons will love you. They’re very sweet.”

“They’ll probably try to stuff you full of food on arrival.” Hoseok chuckles as he grabs your shoes. “Make sure you wear your winter coat. Jungkook has a matching one and he’ll pack the gifts in his bags so we can pack your make-up too.”

“Everyone is taking this so seriously,” you comment and Jimin smiles.

“There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other,” he says.

Hoseok nods. “You too. You’re one of us now.”

Tears spring to the corner of your eyes. You swallow the knot in your throat, ignoring the fire that burns within.

“Thank you,” you finally say as Hoseok zips up your bag and places it by the door.

“I’ve got to go home and pack, but I will see you all soon enough. Text me updates,” he tells the both of you. He hugs Jimin first and then you.

“Send me pictures of your outfits daily,” he instructs.

“I will,” you assure him.

“And let me know if there’s a change in plans. I can mix and match backups. You’ll probably have pajamas given to you as a gift, but I’ve included some lounge clothes just in case and Jungkook has some too if you wanna wear his.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of it.”

Hoseok winks. “Just a thought.”

With that, Hoseok takes his leave.

Jimin grins. “Sooooo…. Jungkook says you’re staying at his place tonight.”

“How do you know that?”

“He texted the group chat. Claimed it was easier than coming to campus,” Jimin raises a brow. The campus had already been deserted except for a handful of people leaving tonight or tomorrow.

“Shush,” you stick your tongue out at him as he makes kissy noises at you. “You’re really insufferable, huh?”

“You wouldn’t love me any other way!”

Heaving your bag over the threshold, Jungkook grunts as he sets it down by the door. You follow him, thanking him by kissing his cheek.

Jungkook hides his blush behind his sweater paws.

The two of you head to the kitchen, where Jungkook stirs the food in the pot that sits on the stove.

“Need any help?” You ask as you step beside him, your arms going around his waist. He grins, patting your hand as he stirs one more time.

“No, baby. I’ve got it.” he kisses your head as he moves with you in tow to grab two bowls. He hands them to you and you place them on the counter beside him.

Jungkook fills the bowls with stew, carefully carrying them to the island where you take a seat on a stool. Jungkook gets some utensils and drinks before setting the side dishes on the tabletop.

“Oh, let me help,” Jungkook says as you reach for a perilla leaf. You giggle as he helps you pull them apart.

“You know, Jimin helped me last time,” you tease. Jimin had filled you in on their little debate before Thanksgiving, and you wanted to tease him a little.

Like clockwork, Jungkook pouts. “He did not!”

“He did!” You giggle as he shakes his head. His cheeks are rosy pink as he grows flustered.

“But-but you’re my girlfriend,” Jungkook whines and you laugh. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips.

“I’m just kidding, Koo. Jimin said it’d be funny to tease you a little,” you chuckle as you kiss him once more.

Jungkook exhales dramatically with relief. “Thank god.”

The rest of the evening passes with you cuddled on the couch as the temperature drops outside. Jungkook warmed a blanket for you, wrapped you up tightly, and cuddled you as you watched some Christmas movies.

Your hands are laced under all the blankets, his thumb brushing over your hand absentmindedly. He could get used to this. He tries not to think about this ending. He wants to hold you just like this for as long as possible.

Several yawns escape you at the end of the third movie. Jungkook herds you to bed, rolling your suitcase to his room. You grab your pajamas and head to his bathroom to change and do your nighttime skin care.

You frown when you step out of the bathroom with your shirt soaked through.

“Had some trouble?” Jungkook stifles a laugh as you glare at him.

Like a good (fake) boyfriend, Jungkook opens a drawer and pulls out one of his oversized tees. He hands it to you and you resist the urge to sniff it. It smells of his cologne and fabric softener.

Okay, you take a huge sniff in the privacy of the bathroom, but only one!

“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks as you appear in his bedroom.

“Nope! I’ll head to the couch,” you say and Jungkook shakes his head.

“Take the bed. I’ll take the couch,” he says as he grabs a change of clothes.

“I’m not taking your bed. I don’t mind,” you insist and Jungkook shakes his head, shutting the bedroom door to leave you in his room.

You huff, stomping your foot. “I’m gonna read your diary!”

Jungkook cackles from the hallway. “I brought it with me, babe!”

You curse under your breath as you climb into his bed. You cross your arms over the covers and sigh.

The bed was comfy, and he had a mountain of pillows and a few Squishmellows. How cute!

You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but look around the room. A Hello Kitty doll sat on the recliner opposite the bed and a cute purple bat sat beside it.

Maybe you could take Jungkook to Build-A-Bear for a date. You could record each other’s voices in your stuffed animals.

Wait, he’s not actually your boyfriend. Do friends do stuff like that platonically? Would you be crossing a line?

You frown. You hated this murky feeling of yes but no. You wish the circumstances were different. You had a crush before you really knew Jungkook and now, after spending time with him and getting to know him more, your feelings had only grown.

How could you tell him when it was just a ploy? There’s no way he’d accept your feelings. Would he even want to see you once this was said and done? Probably not.

“Jingle all the way!!!” Seokjin belted from the driver’s seat. Jungkook cringed as he raised the volume of his earbuds while you giggled beside him.

Jimin sat in the front seat, shaking his head and regretting coming in this car.

Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung had gone ahead in another car after dropping off Hoseok at the train station bright and early.

It had been Seokjin who had picked you and Jungkook up this morning with a thermos of hot chocolate and mini muffins.

Jimin had tried to warn you that Seokjin was feeling festive. Whatever that meant.

It wasn’t until you climbed in the backseat beside Jungkook that you realized.

Seokjin had a playlist named, “Ten Hours of Christmas Joy.” You nearly sobbed at his dramatic and chaotic rendition of Holy Night. And not in a good way.

You were grateful the drive was only two hours, otherwise you would have jumped out of the car the moment Feliz Navidad came on. You didn’t think one of your favorite songs could be sung so badly. Your ears are still ringing.

“You just don’t know how to have fun,” Seokjin states as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel. Jimin had finally taken control of the stereo, lowering the volume to a more reasonable level.

“We can have fun and spare our ears,” Jimin huffs as he plays something other than Jin’s music.

Seokjin scowls but doesn’t put up a fight. There was no point when he was outnumbered.

Silence filled the backseat despite the shenanigans up front. Jungkook stroked his thumb over yours, trying to calm your nerves. Against your better judgment, you were nervous. It felt like there was a dragon in your chest trying to make its escape, and the fluttering of its wings moved in tandem with the beating of your heart.

Like a good boyfriend, Jungkook has tried to ease your nerves by distracting you. He’d packed all your favorite snacks and drinks for the ride and even got you a book of word searches to do. He even made a special playlist for both of you to listen to because he knew what it was like to travel with Jin.

However, his distractions only worked for the first hour and a half, and as his town grew closer, your nerves bubbled once again.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispers as he pats your thigh. You nod, biting your lip in worry.

Jungkook is careful with his movement as he gently pulls on your lip until you release it. You smile shyly at him and he grins. A quick kiss is pressed to your lips before he squeezes your thigh.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be with you and if it’s too much, you can go to Jimin’s and I’ll explain everything, okay?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow and you become distracted by the cute mole beneath his lip. Perhaps you’d kiss it next time, make a path down to the mole on his neck, and leave your mark beside it to show he’s yours and only yours.

Your thighs press together as your breath grows heavy. Jungkook’s intense gaze renders you powerless and forgetful and you do nothing but nod.

You have no clue what he’s just said.

Jungkook quirks his head as he says your name to get your attention. Once he’s sure you’re back on earth, he smiles cutely and repeats himself.

“Thanks,” you murmur as you squeeze his hand in a last attempt to rid your nerves. They settle for a while until Seokjin pulls into a driveway and announces your arrival.

“We’ll be around tomorrow,” Jimin assured you as he helped Jungkook get your bags out of the trunk. “But I’m right across the street if you need an escape.”

Jimin points to the house directly across from Jungkook’s and beside his home, Namjoon is heading into the one beside it. Taehyung rolls his suitcase toward the house beside Jungkook's.

“Yoongi, Seokjin, and Hobi live around the block behind Jimin and Joon's houses,” Jungkook says as he grabs the handle of your suitcase. “So you have options.”

Seokjin grins, draping his arm over your shoulder. “We’ll be around. Trust me, nothing can keep us away from Mrs. Jeon.”

Jungkook glares at his friend.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Seokjin chuckles. “Nothing can keep us away from Mrs. Jeon’s cooking.”

Jungkook huffs but turns to wheel the suitcases up the driveway.

When Seokjin is sure Jungkook won’t turn around, he makes the shape of a curvy body with his hands.

Jimin cackles as he shoves Seokjin. “Shut up!”

“You’ll be fine,” Seokjin says with a laugh. “The Jeons are very welcoming. But they will try to feed you every second of the day, so I hope you brought stretchy pants.”

Seokjin kisses your cheek before he gets back into the car. He waves as he pulls out of the driveway and heads to his home.

Jimin watches him go, offering you one last hug. “Text me if you need rescuing. I’ll be over before you can blink.”

“Thanks, Min,” you hug him tight, waving at Joon and Tae before you walk up the driveway where Jungkook waits.

The home is decked out with Christmas lights and light-up reindeer. A huge pine tree is decked out in lights and ornaments and a snowman lays uninflated on the grass.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks as he laces your fingers together.

You inhale and exhale deeply staring at the white front door with the giant wreath hanging from it.

“Let’s do this.” You say firmly, more so for yourself than anything.

Jungkook smiles warmly as he opens the front door and steps inside with you in tow.

“Welcome to Christmas with The Jeons.”

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